Fort Marrok !!exclusive!! -

"Ready for what?" Elara asked, her hand drifting to the knife at her belt.

Elara knew this because she lived in its bones. Her workshop occupied what had once been the blacksmith's forge, though she used it to repair clocks, radios, and the occasional mechanical heart. The last one had been a gift from a wandering tinker—a brass-caged thing that pulsed with captured lightning. She kept it on her mantel, next to a photograph of a man in a faded uniform. fort marrok

"The door at the bottom of the well isn't an exit," it said. "It's an invitation. Fort Marrok was never built to keep enemies out, Elara. It was built to keep something in." "Ready for what

The water was gone. Instead, a pale light pulsed far below, revealing walls covered in carvings that hadn't been there yesterday. Symbols. Hundreds of them, spiraling down into darkness. And at the very bottom, barely visible, a door. The last one had been a gift from